September 3, 2009, a hot sunny day, was the first
day of second grade. I was worried and nervous that day, but when I saw
my friends in my class I became excited. I remember my teacher. My
cousin said that she was nice. Her name was Mrs. Daily, and she had
short blond hair, was in her late fifties, and had just come back after
having cancer. She was nice and a great teacher.
A few months later I received Reconciliation for the first time. The
priest was tall and about sixty. Then it was my biggest achievement
then. I remember our teacher gave some students a sign to hold up to
represent Reconciliation. I was one of those people that she picked. My
assignment was to hold the P in Peace. I remember feeling older and
mature. After that I went to Friday’s to celebrate.
Then a few months later my teacher told us we had to prepare for our
first Holy Communion. So we had to go into the gym. The gym stage is a
blueberry color. There was a lady about in her forties with brown curly
hair who talked for four hours on what we had to do. It was boring, like
watching paint dry. Every Fridays we had to do a “fun activity” like
doing worksheets and watching boring movies. At least we didn’t have
other classes. The only fun part was when we practiced for Holy
Communion because we used Vanilla Wafers for the Eucharist.
Then a week later it was time to receive my first Holy Communion. We had
to get to the church early. When I got there, I had to sit in a special
spot. It was smallest to tallest. Then we walked into the church. There
were a myriad of people there. Later into the mass it was time to
receive my first Holy Communion. I was walking up the aisle reverently.
My hands were in a bowl shape. Then we walked up to the priest and he
said, “Body of Christ,” and I said, “Amen”. Gently, and carefully, the
priest put the Eucharist in my hand. I carefully put the Eucharist in my
mouth and walked towards my pew. It was a piece of cake. Feet crashing,
hands clapping, everyone’s family was excited about when we received
Holy Communion. After mass we had to stand outside at the prayer garden
to take a picture. Then after that my family had a party for my first
On the last day of school, my teacher Mrs. Daily gave us the piece of
cloth with our names on it. I will never forget that year. I hope that
confirmation will be better than Holy Communion.